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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 [𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝟺]

Pairing: Witch Hunter!Thor x Witch!Reader

Summary: “ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴍᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴇ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ, ᴍʏ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɪᴍ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀxᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ.”

Warnings: Medieval AU, Dark Fantasy, Enemies to lovers, Descriptions of war and violence, Semi-graphic descriptions of violence, Dead bodies, Body horror, Zombies (kind of), Monsters, Witch Hunter AU, eventual smut

A/N: holy shit it’s been a while. i wasn’t sure how i wanted to proceed with this, given a) how long it’s been since an update and b) how much time and work i put into this story. the next and last chapter *should* be out before the end of the month, i hope. i decided to split the ending into two more chapters instead of one, just to give myself the space i needed to end it. this is for @punemy-spotted’s Princess Power Hour challenge, which i am so effing late for it isn’t even funny, but i still hope you all enjoy this update. divider by @firefly-graphics

When Thor dreams, it is of you.

You stand in front of a tree not unlike the one he saw in his nightmare. He knows it’s you—the stubborn set of your jaw, your determined glare—he could never mistake it. The trunk of the tree behind you is gnarled and black, it’s roots digging into the earth like a tangled mess of snakes. You are not alone, two older girls stand in front of you, their faces taunting.

One of them sneers. “A runt. What a waste.” The other giggles in agreement.

“Maybe the mother didn’t send you after all.”

He wonders if perhaps it is your dream, or maybe not a dream at all, but a memory. It shifts like running paint, colors and textures flowing into one another until he is standing in the same place, only… different.

Darker.

The grass is dead beneath his feet, and the sky above is grey, listless. You kneel before the tree, and behind you, a haggard crone draws symbols in the flesh of your back with a blade of sharpened bone. There is another beside you, her flesh baring the same angry red markings.

“Do not fail.” Her voice is the whisper of dying things. “Fall if you must, but do not fail.”

He opens his eyes, sitting up with a sharp intake of breath. The clearing is as it had been the night before, the embers of the fire still smoldering in the little pit you’d made. The sun filters down through the bare tree branches and thick mist, and for a moment, Thor wonders if he is dreaming still—dreaming your dreams, dreaming your memories.

You are slumped beside him, the soft, steady whisper of your breath an indication of your exhaustion. In truth, Thor hadn’t even known your kind needed sleep—he had not once seen you close your eyes since the village. But you slumber now, your dark lashes resting on the apples of your cheeks, your lips parted as you breathe.

Honestly, he’d expected you to be hideous. When he had pulled back your hood and found a woman staring at him—not a monster, and certainly not demon beneath it. You are sharp. Everything about you is all rough hewn edges and pricker bushes, from your flashing eyes to the words on the dagger you call a tongue.

But sleeping, you are simply…beautiful.

There is a deep twinge in his side where the crow gored him, but when Thor passes his hand over the wound, there is no blood. He sits up away from the tree, pulling aside the thick leather-hide armor to peer at the marred skin beneath. Shiny veins of scar tissue run along the taut, stiff muscle, the flesh knotted and misshapen—but whole.

You had healed him.

Thor looks on you with renewed wonder. He’d never known a witch to heal—in fact, he did not know you could.

There seems to be much I do not know.

You don’t stir as he leans in close again, inspecting you. He can remember the dream as clearly as if it were his own memory, and he wonders if you might have been different if you had been raised like he was, with a mother and a father. If you might have grown up and had a husband one day—

Thor shakes his head as if to dislodge the errant thought from his mind. What does it matter to him what the marriage customs of your people are?

“Stop staring at me, andjaki.” You mumble. “Or I’ll take your eyes.” You look tired, dark circles beneath your lidded eyes as you glare through your lashes at him. “I mean it.”

Sharp.

“Would that not violate your oath, witchling?” Thor asks, redirecting his gaze to the tangled wall of vines you’d raised to be their shelter. He doesn’t see your scowl, but he can feel your eyes boring into the back of his head like red hot pokers. He swallows his laughter at your grumbling, rising from the hollow of the tree. His clothes are stiff and sticky with blood, and he grimaces as he pulls a long black feather from the folds of his cloak.

“Burn that,” you say, your own voice still gravelly with sleep as you get to your feet. “It’s one of his.” You pointedly ignore his jibe, watching with keen eyes as Thor tosses the feather into the smoldering embers that remain from last night’s fire. He tosses the feather in, and it smokes and curls away into ash as he watches. The stones are still hot, and a strange, inky pattern is painted across their surface. It’s all hard angles, no soft curves, just squares and rectangles, long straight lines and sudden sharp turns.

“I had… strange dreams,” he says quietly, still staring at the patterns on the stone. “Though I suppose that is to be expected when the Walker comes for you.” You are standing with your back to him, your palm resting against the tree you’d both slept beneath. Although you aren’t wreathed in living shadows like the first time he’d seen you, Thor notes that the tips of your fingers are dark black anyway.

“I saw your Birth Tree, and you beneath it.”

“What?” You turn sharply to him, your eyes first wide with shock and then narrow with fear and disbelief. “You-you could not,” you stammer, your fingers tense, digging into the jagged tree-bark beneath your palm. “Your fever dreams are not visions of truth, hunter.” There is a finality in your tone that Thor chooses to ignore, shouldering brusquely on as though you hadn’t demanded his silence.

“Two girls. They spoke of you, they said… you were the last. That—”

“Enough.” You hold up a hand as you draw up your hood with the other. “W-we must move on.” You toss him Toothgnasher’s reins. “Here, your beast.” She does not wish to speak of it. You do not mount his horse again, instead keeping pace easily a few steps away as the two of you follow the path of the blight back towards its source.

Thor’s every attempt at conversation is met with terse silence or short, clipped answers. The day passes tediously this way, your lips locked together in a thoughtful scowl. It is through this forced, stony quiet that Thor hears the rushing of the river before he sees it. You hear it too, perking up as your bright eyes scan the gray, decrepit woods. The forest slopes gradually downward toward the banks of a thunderous river. White foam dances on top of the roiling current. As if to offer his opinion, Toothgnasher snorts, stomping his hoof.

“You’re right about that, beastie,” you sigh. “We’ll need another way across.”

Thor dismounts, and walks through the short, dead grass to the water. Not dead. The grass isn’t quite dead, it retains a shade of sickly but visible green. He bends to inspect it, breaking off a blade between his fingers.

“The water,” he says softly, reaching forward to trail his fingers in the coolness of it. “The water is keeping the grass alive, even… Even though everything else is dead.” He stands, wiping his hand on his trousers. You hum, nodding.

“Water is life—memory.” You incline your head a little, and if Thor didn’t know any better, he would think it was in respectful greeting. “It runs through all of the old places, the secret places. There is nothing water doesn’t know.” You walk forward too, squatting on the bank and dipping a single, pitch stained finger below the surface.

“There is a beaver dam. Two—maybe three miles upriver. It might be shallow enough to cross there.”

“The water told you that?”

You snicker. “The broken sticks floating downriver told me that.” You wipe your wet hand off on your cloak. The same guarded, bitter look twists your pretty features as you draw the dark fabric closer about yourself. “Let us move on.”

Thor does not re-mount his horse, choosing to walk beside you instead as the two of you follow the river upstream.

“Must we continue throug the Lich’s kingdom in silence, or might we speak?” For a while you do not answer, and several minutes tick by, punctuated by only the sound of water beating against the stony shore. He wonders if perhaps you’d not heard him, but the foul temper on your face speaks to the opposite.

“It is my shame you wish to discuss, andjaki,” your voice is low and full of misplaced venom. “Memories you stole—”

“Let us speak truth, witchling,” Thor snaps. “You know I am no thief.” Thor tries to stop, but you continue to walk, stubbornly marching forward through the dying grass.

“You cannot steal what was freely given,” Thor says softly, catching your hand as you try to turn away. “Even if the gift was unintentional.” He realizes belatedly that he has not touched you before. Your hand is surprisingly soft in his, and when you reluctantly meet his eye, Thor does not recognize the emotions laid bare on your drawn face. This is the first time he has ever seen you look unsure. Bold determination is what usually lines the set of your jaw, but in this moment, you are uncertain. Torn.

“I-I do not understand why the Mother shares these visions with you of all people,” your voice is brittle like the reeds on the banks of the river.

“Nor do I.” Thor releases your hand, and you cross your arms, cradling them to your chest.

“My people, say that the very first of us was the tree.” You stare out over the misty water. “And there was so much magic in her that her branches grew heavy with fruit. And when the fruit was ripe, it fell to the earth, and from its seeds, we came.”

“I don’t—”

“There are no more seeds now.” You whisper. “I was the last. The only.” Your eyes are glassy with tears unshed when they meet his. “You asked, hunter, why my people sent me.” You swallow thickly. “They did not.”

Thor doesn’t understand. He saw you, beneath the twisted black wormwood tree, preparing to embark on your journey. A ghostly witness, but a witness nonetheless.

“I do not understand.”

“You saw, did you not, hunter?” You ask sharply. “Great sister with her blade of bone.”

“The crone marked you.”

“Yes,” you agree, the words sounding choked and stilted as you swallow against the tears you will not allow to fall. “But not for the journey. For sacrifice.” There’s a bitter edge to your voice. You push up the cuff of your sleeve, and Thor sees the markings there, too. Ancient letters in a language he cannot hope to read. “To take the seed of my power, the link that binds me to the chain, and give it to another.” The laugh that leaves your chest is dry and cold. “Do you see now, hunter?” You ask. “I was not chosen.” You look down at the ground. “I was a mistake.”

Thor understands now, the words you won’t say. You tried to give the power back, give it back like you had in the woods, only it hadn’t worked, had it? It could not—if it had, he supposed you would not be here, and there would be another in your stead.

“Witchling.” You wipe at your face with a quiet sniffle. Thor reaches for your shoulder, squeezing it beneath the fabric of your cloak. “A gift cannot be un-given.“ You try to avoid his gaze, but he does not let you, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “No matter how unworthy others might find the bearer.”

He is close enough to feel the ghost of your breath against his face, your lips parted as you stare up at him. For a moment, there is utter silence. The sound of the river fades, the wind whispering through the dry grass seems to still, and Thor is struck with the sudden urge to kiss you. To press his mouth against yours and quiet your sorrow for an instant—

But you break the spell, pulling away and drawing your cloak tightly around yourself like a shield. The world pours back in, filling in around the blurry edges as Thor chastises himself.

“The dam,” you point upriver. Through the mist, Thor can just make out the shape, jutting out of the water. You’re gone before he can speak, scampering up the bank like a lithe shadow. Thor sighs, and wraps Toothgnasher’s reins around his fist before following after.

—

��The vast, and seemingly unending crypt of dark, dead trees reluctantly yields to rocky, sloping plains as the two of you travel onward past the river. They had been wetlands once, when things were green and growing, and there was life yet in the now barren soil. Now, though, the field of rocks and short, frail grass stretches as far as the black mountains marking the horizon.

When Thor suggests the two of you make camp, you don’t complain. His side, though outwardly healed, still burns with pain, and your own exhaustion is written clearly in the dark bags beneath your bleary eyes. There is shelter of a fashion beneath a rocky outcropping, which offers a welcome respite from the brutal, stinging wind.

You draw patterns in the hard-baked earth with a stick by the firelight, your knees tucked tightly beneath your chin as Thor feeds the flames with bits of dry grass and kindling. It doesn’t take long before you’re slumped over, the stick falling loosely from your inky fingertips. Thor peers cautiously beneath your hood, and finds your lashes resting firmly against your cheeks, soft breaths whispering out from between your slightly parted lips.

He reaches for you, tucking one large arm beneath your thighs as he picks you up gingerly. His side twinges as he lifts, but he swallows the pain with a silent grimace. You mumble something, shifting in his arms before settling against his chest, and in spite of himself, Thor smiles.

Not quite so intimidating asleep, are you Witchling?

Carefully, he sets you down in the hollow of the weather beaten rocks, tucking your cloak around you. He settles himself next to you with a tired sigh.

“Why move me?” You grumble sleepily.

“If you would like to freeze to death, by all means, feel free to resume your former position, Witchling.” When no further complaint comes, Thor finally allows his own eyes to begin drifting shut. Through the daze of oncoming sleep, he feels you shift, curling in on yourself as you tuck into his side.

“Goodnight, Witchling.”

He almost doesn’t hear your sleep-addled reply.

“Goodnight, Thor.”

—

He is in the woods.

All of the trees are the same, withered and black like old fingers. There were Gods here, once, but the one has overtaken the many, has supped on them like a rabid, starving dog. All that is left now is this skeleton and their hungry, angry ghosts.

Thor looks at the sky, black and unending, and then at the earth. It pulses beneath his feet like a dying heartbeat.

“Hunter.” Your voice is a whisper on the wind, an echo of itself. Thor sees you through the trees, a coy smile gracing your pretty lips, your tar-stained finger curled as you beckon him. There are a thousand thousand voices pouring from your lips, and each one is like shattering glass, like breaking bone. There is green fire in the black, empty pits of your eyes, and it runs down your cheeks like tears.

The dream folds in on itself, and suddenly there are no trees, save for one. Black, twisted branches reach up toward the sky, laden with rotting fruit. Even in the dream, Thor retches at the smell of sour meat, spitting into the dead grass and dry dirt in the tangle of roots at it’s base.

“Hunter!” Your hand wraps around his arm, your expression frantic. “You must wake, you must—”

“Silence.” The decaying hand that covers your mouth stinks of magic, burnt ozone filling Thor’s nostrils. You tug at it, your own fingers digging into the rotting flesh to no avail. More hands, hundreds of them, burst from the roots of the tree, pushing up through the bark to grab at you. Thor reaches for you, but you are pulled down to your knees, writhing in the dirt.

“Don’t worry about her, hunter,” drawls the figure who emerges from the thick mist surrounding the wormwood tree. Thor watches as the man draws closer, his thin, pale fingers reaching for the hood. A crown of bone, sinew and bark rests against his brow, cushioned by his long, dark hair. His face is monstrous, half eaten away by the unnatural fire dancing in his empty sockets. There is enough left, however, to make hot lead fill Thor’s turned stomach.

“Loki?”

The Lich smiles.

“Ah, brother.” There is green fire at the back of his throat. “It appears,” he says, licking what is left of his lips, “that we have much to discuss.”

to be continued…

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ofasgardandalfheim · 2 months

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Loki & The Siren; Chapter Eleven

A meeting in the forest.

Fic Synopsis:

This is the story about how you met and fell in love with Loki, hundreds of years before the events in Avengers, while his family was visiting Alfheim, where you were a siren.

It is a companion piece to Lightning Over the Sea-Redux to give more insight into your past and relationship with Loki.

The anticipation of your next meeting consumes you in the days that follow. Every time you pass Thor in the palace, your eyes meet, igniting the spark between you and fueling the fire of your desire. You can hardly focus on anything else, your thoughts constantly returning to him and the secret rendezvous you've planned.

You feel your heart race as you sneak out of the palace, the anticipation of the upcoming meeting coursing through your veins. The towering trees loom overhead, their branches intertwining to create a canopy that obscures the sky. The rustling leaves and the sound of your footsteps echo through the forest.

As you navigate the winding path, you can't help but wonder what awaits you. Your mind is filled with questions, hopes, and fears. The cool breeze against your skin is a welcome distraction, but it doesn't ease the knot in your stomach. You push forward, driven by the desire to see him again.

Finally, you arrive at the clearing where you had arranged to meet. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you scan the area, searching for any sign of him. The silence is deafening, and every second feels like an eternity. Then, you hear the rustling of leaves behind you, and you turn around to see him emerging from the shadows.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time stands still. The tension between you is electric. You're not sure who moves first, but soon you're standing face-to-face, his warm breath brushing against your skin, the heat emanating from him enveloping you in a cocoon of desire.

Without saying a word, you reach out and take his hand, intertwining your fingers. The touch sends shivers down your spine, and you're acutely aware of every inch of your body. You lean in closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The air crackles with anticipation as you stand there, lost in each other's eyes.

Despite the passion that burns between you, there's an undercurrent of uncertainty and fear. You know that this meeting could have consequences, but you find yourself surrendering to the moment nonetheless. As you stand there, locked in each other's gaze, you realize that this is just the beginning of a journey that promises to be filled with love, lust, and danger. It is intoxicating.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 6 months

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 167 & 168

Welcome to Weeks 167 & 168

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 60 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Fallen Angel - (Brock x OFC, Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Heaven or Hell? - (Lloyd x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Plum Flavored Chapstick - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Winner Winner - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Bewitched crossroads - @nekoannie-chan

Here Comes Goodbye - (Jimmy Dobyne x Reader) - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

Protector - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @rookthorne

When You Move, I Move - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites - (Steve x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Surrender - @mrsmischief209

Stargazing love - @/nekoannie-chan

Armchair - @/nekoannie-chan

Bittersweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @thecornerlot

Might Even Be - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Spy vs. Spy - (Lloyd x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Never Tear Us Apart - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Dark Thor Oneshot- @/syntheticavenger

dangerous - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

Ours - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Yours & Mine - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

MINE - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

As He Sees Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What's Left - @/mrsmischief209

Kinktober 2023, Day 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Feelin' Gourd - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM! - (Clint x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Kinktober, Day 3 - (Paul D x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Day 1: Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Slow Hand - (Billy R x Reader) - @/mrsmischief209

Against the ghost - @/nekoannie-chan

Daddy Dearest - (Steve x Reader) - @cherienymphe

Daddy - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

ever since - (Bucky x Deaf!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Hypothetically speaking - (Bucky x Reader) - @littleseasiren

Rooted in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Branded - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kinktober Week 1: Table/ Threesome/Sensory Dep - (Stucky x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Kinktober 2023, Day 4 - (Cole T x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Kinktober Day 4: Overstimulation - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Day 7: Striptease - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis and Honey - Autumn This On That - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Six Steamy Sentence Challenge - @sagechanoafterdark

Under the Hood - (Steve x Reader) - @/andydrysdalerogers

Don't Make It Harder - (Andy x Reader) - @/slyyywriting

Brock x Reader x Billy Oneshot - @/fluffyprettykitty

Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex - (Sam x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Staff unveiled - @/nekoannie-chan

day 3 - choking & spitting - (Lloyd x Reader) - @vellicore

Miss Your Kiss - (Thor x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

THE DEVIL - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

What is this? - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

babydoll - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Everything I want… - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

One Night With You ~ Pt 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

day 1 - cockwarming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/vellicore

Needy - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Day 10: Exhibitionism - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Only You - (Steve x Reader) -@/flordeamatista

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mochie85 · 1 year

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Dear, congrats again on this milestone! I’m sooo happy for you and hope to keep enjoying your amazing writing and talent in this place 💜

I want to make a request with a song, just if it inspires you, so no pressure (;

Brut Gold - Chapter 1 Loki & Lia

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Summary: Loki sees you dancing in his club and is immediately infatuated with you. Pairing: Mob!Loki x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3K Warnings: No Smut, angst, killing, language A/N: Part of my 1K follower celebration. I want to thank @coldnique for this request and for introducing me to this song. I love this song! It is now on heavy rotation in my playlist. And the following scenario is what I pictured when I first heard it. So I hope you like it.

The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat. But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

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